First Drafts of Famous Poems

Let us go now, you and I…there’s no one fuckable at this party.  

I celebrate myself and sing myself, and what I assume you shall assume, for I am right about everything and I’m tired of pretending otherwise just to be polite.

This is just to say that I have eaten the food that was in the icebox, and that you were probably expecting to last the month. Forgive me – I cannot help it. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.

“Hope” is the thing with feathers –
That perches in the soul –
Oh, Christ! — I’m gonna die a virgin!

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood and I…I’m still staring at them.

Do not go driving into that good night –
You’re old now, Dad, and have poor eyesight.
And I can’t drive you, because I am blotto.

Five years have passed; five summers with the length of five long winters! And that’s how long I’m going to make this poem.

Beauty is truth, truth beauty – that is all ye know on Earth, and all ye need to know. And I already know it, which makes you wonder where I’ll go from here.

Shalott. Shalott Shalott Shalott Shalott Shalott Shalott Shalott. Shalott. Shalott Shalott.

Quoth the Raven, ‘BRAWK!’

‘TWAS BRILLIG AND THE SLITHY TOVES DID GYRE AND GIMBLE IN THE WABE!!!!!!!!!! I’m brilliant! And who cares if I like to have tea parties with little girls? That’s just who I am! …Why are you looking me like that???
Oh, you’re chessmen. I am totally talking to chessmen. Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, HA!!!! Come, Alice, and bring the kittens! Follow me as I leap into Looking-Glass Land!!! (smash, shatter, bleeding)

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